The fourth in the “Defining Moments: Search for Identity Series.” This one comes to us from educator and writer, Cindy Tovar. Read more of her personal blog, Hispanecdotes and follow her on Facebook and Twitter, @Dagny32 The music is blasting, the lights are dim, and I’m in my element. My eyes search the crowd, looking for someone who can show … Continue reading The dance lesson [guest post]
When I was Americuchi [guest post]
The second in the Defining Moments: Search for Identity Series. This one comes to us from Being Latino's Editor, Eileen Rivera. Read more at her personal blog, Mariposa Social and follow her on Twitter, @eileenrivera16 The subtitle might as well be the “Latinization of Eileen” because this is pretty much the story of my life. I … Continue reading When I was Americuchi [guest post]
Divorce: Repairing the broken branches of the family tree
As a child of divorce, I’ve always felt that there are many things that I missed out on due to my parents’ separation, especially because it was across two countries. Mom moved us all to Chicago, while my Dad stayed in our house in Puerto Rico. On the list of things I missed, there was … Continue reading Divorce: Repairing the broken branches of the family tree
Taboo of tattoos: Memories, regrets, and Moms
It was October 2009; I had quit my job and was just 10 short days away from a move to Puerto Rico, when my two best friends and I got matching tattoos. It was something we had discussed just a few weeks earlier—as adult women will do when imbibing one too many cocktails. It would … Continue reading Taboo of tattoos: Memories, regrets, and Moms
Finding your Latina roots in a caldero of arroz con gandules
Due to a few of my characteristics, people question my Latinaness and because of it, I’ve dubbed myself, “La anti-Latina.” One of those things is cooking. I’m no Martita Stewart, to be sure, but not finding absolute enjoyment in cooking is not the equivalent of lacking the ability to do it. I can cook, when … Continue reading Finding your Latina roots in a caldero of arroz con gandules
Nothing like a little sibling rivalry
“We found you in the alley and felt so bad for you, we decided to adopt you,” was the line my siblings and I used on each other regularly as we were growing up. No one actually believed it, yet the person who was being told they had been adopted always responded, “Shut up, no … Continue reading Nothing like a little sibling rivalry
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